At the Abraham Lincoln Birthplace National Historical Site

Amazing the adventures that you can have less than half a day from your home!

Day #1 of our Spring Break trip

We've seen where Abraham Lincoln grew up, right in our home state, and fortunately, where he was born is just the next state over,  less than three hours' drive and across the Ohio river.

We visited the Abraham Lincoln Birthplace National Historical Site on the second day of our trip, and you can see that the bleak skies that were so apparent on the first day of our trip paid off overnight into this:

Yep, we drove due south from our frigid spring weather only to hit... frigid spring weather!

Ah, well.

This national park site is small enough that when we pulled up, almost two hours after its posted opening time, the gate was shut. I looked on the website, and it was listed as open; I called the park's phone number, and before being directed to endless phone trees, none of which led me to an actual human, it again listed the park as open. 

I found the main voicemail and left a message that read something like, "Hey, it's almost 11 am and we're outside the gates, which are shut, if anyone wants to come down and let us in..." The gate was at the very front of the drive, and I couldn't figure out how far away the visitor center might be--100 yards? Two miles?--but I decided to get out of the car and wander that way, anyway. Even if it was a mile, Matt or I could hike that and get someone to come back and let the rest of us in, I figured.

So I walked over to the gate, intending to climb over it, but I noticed that it wasn't actually locked--the padlock was holding it closed, but the padlock was open. See? There WERE people there! I figured that if the park was open, and the padlock was open, maybe I'd just open the gate, myself, and help myself inside. All would be well, and we wouldn't have to bother anybody.

Of COURSE it's as I'm in the process of opening the gate, looking guilty as hell, that a golf cart trundles up the drive towards me. I lost my head and scooted back to the car, and Matt got out to talk to the ranger, who didn't really seem to care either way about any of it.

I didn't mention any of this to the rangers in the visitor's center, although I kind of wondered if they were curious as to why they had received absolutely zero visitors in the first two hours of being open. Fifteen minutes after we arrived, the place was packed!

But first, we had some time to ourselves to explore:

Lincoln logs, because of course!

This display kind of bugged me. I couldn't stop imagining Thomas' parents, who'd carved that stone by hand and placed it as his memorial, not knowing that someday someone would remove it from their child's grave and put it away from him in a museum. I can't help but think that I wouldn't want that, if it were me.

I also felt kind of "eh" about this memorial:

It has an authentic log cabin inside--not Lincoln's, but a real log cabin--

--and it's very close to the spring where the Lincoln family drew water. You can see the kids there to the left of the photo below; they're next to the path that you take down to the spring:

Instead of a giant memorial on the land that the Lincoln family lived on, I'd rather see something more authentic. I mean, did they even do any rescue archaeology on that site before they built the memorial? It's just not a great preservation, in my opinion.

After a brief snowball fight--

--we went on a hike around the land:

It was a gorgeous day for a hike in the snowy woods, which, out of site of the memorial, looked old and magical and mostly untouched.

The hike ended in the Sinking Spring, former water source for the Lincoln family and our first example of the karst caves that we'd spend our late afternoon and most of the day tomorrow delving into: 

It's a short drive from the birthplace to the farm where the Lincoln family lived while Abraham was between two and eight years old:

Here is where they farmed:

The cabin on the site is actually the cabin of Lincoln's childhood bestie, who once saved him from drowning in the creek that lies just beyond that tree line on the right of the below image:

I noticed that in both of these sites, the information about Thomas Lincoln was fairly neutral. You'd see him as a fine family man, whose many moves were more bad luck than bad planning. I've read the first volume of Michael Burlingame's Abraham Lincoln: A Life, however, and in that one Thomas Lincoln does NOT come out smelling so sweet. Thomas used Abraham like a hired hand, and when he set out to seek a second wife, after Abraham's mother had died, he abandoned his children for six months, during which time they almost starved to death. 

I took it as my responsibility, then, to explain to the children that Thomas Lincoln was not so great, and Matt took it as his responsibility to pelt the children with snowballs:

And with that, we left the Land of Lincoln and drove off to do some spelunking!

Want to know more about Lincoln? Here's the time that we went to see the Abraham Lincoln Boyhood National Memorial. I include a LOT more Thomas Lincoln dish in this post. Here's the time that we went to the Lincoln Memorial.

And here are some other Lincoln-related resources that we've enjoyed in our various studies:

• Abraham Lincoln: A Life
• Who Was Abraham Lincoln?
• Abraham Lincoln for Kids
• Abraham Lincoln and the Heart of America
• Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter
• Abe Lincoln at Last!
• Lincoln
• Abraham Lincoln in the Kitchen

Yes, You SHOULD Take Your Kids to a Bourbon Distillery!

We've visited northern Kentucky several times (Louisville!!! The Kentucky Horse Park!!!), but otherwise, it's been just a drive-through state for us when headed for sites more southern.

On this Spring Break trip, however, we visited Kentucky for real! I had planned to spend plenty of time at the Lincoln Birthplace National Historical Park (it has a Junior Ranger program!) and Mammoth Cave (it also has a Junior Ranger program!), but I got distracted from both of those goals on the first day of our trip, when as soon as we hit the state line we started seeing billboards for bourbon distilleries.

Huh. I've never been to a bourbon distillery. Could kids go there? I Googled it and yes, kids can go, too.

So off we went to see some bourbon distilleries!

We opted for the free, self-guided tour of the Jim Beam American Stillhouse, so we didn't learn much about the process of making bourbon here, but we did get a look at the buildings involved:

Now we know what a bourbon aging warehouse looks like! We drove past a LOT of these on the back roads of Kentucky:

Oops, Jim Beam! That's not how the apostrophe works!

The kids, as you can see, were quite ready to get back to the car at the end of our hike--

--so I was a little concerned that we were heading to Maker's Mark next, where we DID plan on taking their hour-long guided tour, but fortunately the beauty of the location--

--and the fact that our Kitty Whisperer found herself a friend--

--made sure that everything worked out well. Also, it just so happened that the computers were down at Maker's Mark that day, and so instead of telling people that there were no tours available after we'd driven all that way, they told us that all tours were free!!! And it wasn't even a cheap-o, free version of the tour--it was the full hour, bourbon-tasting and all.

I'd worried that the kids would be bored spending an hour learning how to make something that they couldn't even drink, but actually, they were fascinated, happily following along at the tour guide's heels, listening intently, and asking her questions. And on this guided tour, we DID learn how the process works!

Here's the cornmeal:

And here it is actively fermenting with yeast!

We were invited to dip a finger into the open vat of fermenting cornmeal mash and taste it. Afterwards, I asked the tour guide if it was sanitary for us to do that because of the alcohol already in the mash, but she replied that it was fine to do because the bourbon was going to be distilled so many times that no contaminants would be able to pass through to the final product... Oh, dear. I was ACTUALLY asking if the alcohol was why it was sanitary NOW for every tour group who passed by to all dip their filthy fingers together into an open vat of fermenting soup and then LICK THOSE FINGERS, but it appears that my answer was that it was not sanitary, ugh.

Oh, well. We managed to escape without any subsequent bouts of gastro-intestinal distress, so maybe there was enough alcohol in there, after all:

The campus is lovely, all the buildings and trees black with whiskey fungus and whiskey bottle cut-outs on the red shutters framing every window:

After seeing how the bourbon is made, we saw where it is put into barrels, and where it is aged:

It's flavored by having planks of different woods put in with it, and you can customize your bourbon this way, experimenting with different combinations of wood (you can also buy the wood to take home and smoke your food with!).

And when you're done with that, you'll want to taste it all!

And look, the kids had their own bourbon tasting selection, as well!

They actually weren't supposed to touch that, and they didn't drink any, but as the tour guide led us through the tasting, instructing us to smell this and that and telling us what we were smelling, I looked over and noticed that the kids were busily sniffing each glass, too. It was quite an educational field trip!

I don't think that I have a very discerning palate. I could definitely taste the difference between the moonshine, say and the Maker's Mark 46, but I couldn't really tell the difference between any of the aged bourbons:

I did my best to sample them all, nevertheless. One must be thorough!

You'll never guess what surprise we discovered after this:

Chihuly!

Apparently, Maker's Mark commissioned some Chihuly installations. We know his work well, remember, from the Children's Museum of Indianapolis.

This part of Kentucky is so lovely, and you know what's just a short drive away?

The Abraham Lincoln Birthplace National Historical Site, that's what!

Second Breakfast, Followed by Elevenses: Inspiration for a Tolkien Feast That Even a Hobbit Would Love

Tolkien has been our family read-aloud for YEARS--since 2015,  at least! We got through tons of great books before we started down the path leading from his hobbit hole with Bilbo, but now that the kids are older we have more variety to our evening activities, and Matt reading aloud to us now may just happen once or twice a week. In busy seasons, we don't get to it at all.

And yet, Bilbo, and now Frodo and Samwise, continue to consent to travel with us, in spite of our sporadic attendance. We all understand that Sam, whose superpowers are both friendship and the act of hiking without complaint, is the real hero, and that Gandalf's majestic steed, Shadowfax, is actually a beautiful, fat unicorn with flowing rainbow mane--it gets a little crazy during late evening read-aloud time.

Our family copy of the Lord of the Rings trilogy is for sure looking the worse for wear--it's been a decade and a half since I blew through the entire trilogy during one looooong Christmas break working the front desk of the Lilly Library, and since then that book has gone with us on years of road trips and camping trips and evenings out by the fire:

This is a tangent, but if you buy a real Christmas tree every year, then I highly recommend burning it on the night before the first day of spring:

The kids like it quite a lot: 

ANYWAY...

Whenever we finish a book, we like to have a hobbit-style feast, then show the kids that book's movie version for the first time. We always try to make the foods that were referenced in the book that we just read, although we only recently finished The Two Towers, and it was too early in the year to get rabbit. Instead we had some nice fishes and some PO-TAY-TOES!!!

We listened to The Tolkien Ensemble while we cooked; Will made seed cake, and Sydney painted Krispy Kreme doughnuts with lustre dust dissolved in vodka:

We didn't have to worry about trying to decorate the inscription, because we didn't plan to thrown them into the fire.

We also had a Prancing Pony-style plate of cheese and cold cuts and fresh bread, with cider and mulled wine to drink. I'd intended to roast mushrooms, but we already had plenty of food, so I saved them for another meal.

Our hobbit tummies were nice and tight while we watched the movie!

Here are some other Tolkien recipe ideas that I have planned for our next feast, which will be after  we finish The Return of the King, and will therefore be an epic, weekend-long movie marathon!

• During our last feast, we ate the Prancing Pony's cold meats, new loaves, butter, and ripe cheese, but we still need to make the blackberry tart!
• If you REALLY want to be theme-driven, here's a list of all the food seen/mentioned in the Lord of the Rings movies, and the times that they appear!
• The kids and I have made hardtack a few times during our history studies--cram is a Middle Earth version!
• There are loads of recipes for lembas bread online, but none of them really match what's in my head. I mean, of course, since the lembas bread in my head is magical and made by elves...
• This isn't the recipe for the seed cake that Will baked (hers was more like a lemon poppyseed cake), but this one looks more authentic.
• We absolutely must have rabbit stew as our main course for our next feast, even if we have to buy one in season this year and then put it in the freezer.
• If you're going to make blackberry tarts, you might as well make apple tart, as well, to be served with raspberry jam.
• In case seed cake, blackberry tart, and apple tart isn't enough dessert for you (because you're a hobbit!), Beorn has also offered to share his honey cake.
• We ate Sam's fish and chips (although we cheated and bought them frozen), for our Two Towers feast.

P.S. Here are some other ideas for enrichment activities that we've completed or have planned to go along with our reading of The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King.